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It were good.



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We stayed at our favorite hotel and took long soaks in the deep Japanese tubs, got twisted and beat up by tiny Thai women, ate incredible food, and generally made sluts of ourselves.

The fucking De Young was mind blowing.

I don't know how, but we also managed to get in the Mission district, North Beach, Scrap, Ocean Aquarium, and more.


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We went to Angela's gallery. Got to see her incredible work in person, which is a whole other thing. She's doing the work, there's no doubt about it. Got something by the neck. The gallery was closed when we went, but there was a woman working on some kind of installation piece and she let me in so I could stand in front of that art and get blasted.

How cool is that?


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The painting above is from a bar we passed, closed down a few years now. I saw the sign and fell in love with it, so when we got home I painted a copy of it that now hangs over our refrigerator.


Also cool.



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Meanwhile, yet more rain, which seems fine to me. And a last extra day off, and the weekend ahead of us.



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I got insects in my brain.



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Namaste.



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